Log Cast: Brightfall, Treestump, Galasia
Log Date: 10/18/98 

[Brightfall]
A young adult elf, BrightFall is rapidly leaving the round
 features of cubhood behind. Clad in brown leggings which lace up
 the sides, his leathers are thoroughly stained and dusty from his
 long travels, wearing rather thin at the knees from their long
 use. A braided belt holds a sheathed knife and his pouch of
 treasures, everything from a river-smoothed rock to a diminishing
 collection of healing herbs he was once given by his parents. His
 chest and shoulders seem rather sunburnt, even though the light
 tan he is gaining does seem to offer some protection - or has he
 just learnt to stick to the shades?
He has fine, dark red hair, like shadows in deep summer, and a
 strip of ravvit-hide can do no more than loose the battle of
 keeping it out of his soft brown eyes. These eyes are filled with
 a shy intelligence, matched with eager curiosity. His impish nose
 betrays his unfamiliarity with the climate of Sorrow's End, it's
 skin peeling in a constant state of sunburn - although nowadays
 more of an itchy nuisance than a source of pain. His cheeks often
 seem to flush quite spontaneously, embarassing BrightFall to no end.
Carrying:
pouch
knife

[Treestump]
	His eyes are a pale blue, yet they darken or lighten with
 his moods. A lupine shade, the blue of his irises calls up
 memories of summer skies or crystal waters, calm and serene one
 moment, then wolfishly flaring with anger, clouded and narrowed.
 They are set on a bluntly chiseled face with a powerful jaw and a
 nose that slopes downwards. His chin sprouts facefur, 
yellow-blonde curls the same color and texture as the unkept hair
 that curls just over his brow. His form is one that whispers of
 power in brute strength, his shoulders broad and his frame
 muscled. He stands no taller than the average Wolfrider, yet he
 carries himself with a lupine grace and inward pride that gives a
 touch of dignity to the old wolf. He is bound in attire made
 almost entirely of fur and leather. 
A bear-skin vest serves as his top, open-chest with the shoulders
 lined in thick tufts of shagback fur. The vest tucks into a
 leather belt with a metal buckle, troll-forged, that holds it in
 place, another length of fur-cloth escaping out below to cover
 his groin and rear. A pair of form-fitting breeches bind his
 legs, leather and a dark brown. They disappear as well, into a
 pair of fur boots, their toes scuffed and their heels worn,
 looking old and well-used. 


Brightfall ducks under a branch, smiles, as he approaches ** Heyla
 there :) **

Treestump is dozing, nestled between two upraised roots. He cracks
 open an eyelid sleepily at the sending, and answers with a muzzy
 one of his own.
 ** 'lo. **

Brightfall ohs... ** sorry... Didn't see you were sleeping
 *embarassed* **

The old wolf sits up with a yawn, but doesn't stand, instead
 leaning up against the trunk of the Father Tree. ** Quite all
 right. ** He peers, then hrmfs. ** Familiar. Visitor? **

Brightfall grins, nods! ** BrightFall... I lived here turns and
 turns ago :) **

Treestump studies Brightfall's face for a moment, then nods. **
 Ah. Heard about you, sending pictures and all that. Welcome back. **

Brightfall smiles ** Thanks! Been a long time... But seems like
 nothing changed... **

The older Wolfrider's smile is thin. "It has, in some ways more
 than others. Just wait around a while."

Brightfall tilts his head ** How? **

Treestump leans forward to rest his chin in his palm, the other
 hand settling over his knee. "Had some nasty business with the
 Gliders, then the Underworld.. Got some new faces around here and
 missing some others, sadly. For what it's worth, though, been
 quiet around here of late, for the most part."

Brightfall scowls at the mention of the Underworld. He smiles,
 then. ** Quiet's good, sorta :) **

Treestump chuckles. "Better than some of the alternatives,
 anyway," he answers.

Brightfall nods! ** I was at Sorrow's End... When the
 underworlders came... *shiver* **

That brings a moment of quiet, then the elder nods slowly. "Aye..
 I was there too.. Went down, in fact.." Treestump trails off,
 frowning, then simply shakes his head. "A bad business, that."

Brightfall blinks! "Youwere? You did...?" He shakes his head "Very
 very bad..."

Treestump nods once, mutely.

Brightfall frowns. Then, he smiles "But it's quiet here..."
Brightfall grins, adds "And hunting seems as good as ever" 

Treestump offers a smile at that. "Aye, it is. Had some business
 with the Underworld again, a few turns back.. Heh. Much of it my
 fault, but.." He shrugs, expression sheepish, then tilts his head
 towards the latter. "Oh, aye.. aye.. No empty bellies here."

Galasia walks out of the Father Tree.
Galasia has arrived.

Brightfall blinks "Again?" His expression darkens at this.

Treestump nods once, "Aye," and doesn't clarify.

Galasia clambers out of the tree with the fearless ease of any
 small cub. There's a slight grin on her face, and her hair is a
 tangled mess.

[Galasia]
this spritely elfin lass is just a tiny thing, all spirit and
 fire, though. It is hard for her to keep quiet in the dark of her
 home, but she tries very hard. Her dark hair is thick and already
 grows long down her back, kept in a single braid. Her blue eyes
 are impish when she smiles. She wears a long jade green dress
 that falls to her ankles, stitched in silver threads with her
 family sigil, also that of her mother Mierin.

Treestump is seated between two upraised roots, leaning back
 against the trunk of the Father Tree. At Galasia's appearance he
 offers a somewhat awkward smile, saying gruffly, "Hey there,
 lass."

Brightfall smiles over at the cub ** Heyla there :) <warmth> **
[Brightfall looked at you.]

Galasia offers a wide-eyed nod to Brightfall. "Hullo." she says
 shortly, turning to Treestump. "Where Clear?"

Treestump tilts his head slightly, quirking a brow. "Clear..? Oh,
 Clearbrook? She's asleep, lass. Still a bit of daylight out."

Brightfall smiles, sits down against the tree, relaxing with a
 content sigh.

Galasia grins. "Okay. Play with me?" she holds out small hands to
 Treestump and Brightfall both, enjoying the very /loudness/ of
 the end of day.

"Play? Erm.." Treestump squints, then flomps back against the
 Father Tree, feigning total exhaustion. "Yawn.. Don't think so,
 cub.. so tired, can't barely move a muscle.."

Brightfall smiles "Sure!" He chuckles, foot-nudges Treestump "How
 about tickling him till he wakes up?"

Treestump closes his eyes, then opens them again. . o O (What'd he
 say?) "Ah..."

Galasia grins and crouches down, a wolf-cub about to spring.
 "Play!"

Brightfall grins wickedly, toe-wriggles near Treestump's side.

Treestump starts to stand up, giving Brightfall a smirk, then
 looks at Galasia. His eyes go round. "Oh no!"

Galasia bounds toward Treestump, giggling happily as she tries to
 tickle him, trying to make him laugh.

Brightfall chuckles warmly, toe-tickles a little.

Treestump manages to make it to his feet, but topples over as
 Galasia wolfpounces him. "Ack! Oh no!" And as the tickles come,
 so does the elder's rumbling laughter.

Brightfall laughs brightly, coming to his feet. He considers
 helping the cub, then shakes his head, chuckling.

Galasia continues giggling, thoroughly pleased with herself that
 she managed to catch him. "'Stump funny!"

Brightfall grins "Uh-huh!"

Treestump gets throughly tickled by the she-cub, laughing all the
 way. Finally, though, he puts an end to it as he takes her in
 hand and lifts her up and off him, holding her up in the air
 above. "Hah! Let's see you tickle me now, cub!"

Galasia grins widely, staring down at Treestump, mirth twinkling
 in her eyes. Her small arms bat at empty air, trying to reach
 him, despite his longer arms. Eventually she settles down, not
 given to excess play, still getting used to having the freedom to
 be as loud as she wants.

Brightfall smiles "Uh-oh... Seems he ot you there, cub :)"

Treestump stands up, still holding the dark-haired she-cub up
 above his head. "Hrmm... Now what should I do with this little
 tickler, eh?" he wonders aloud, eyes twinkling. "I wonder if she
 flies.."

Galasia seems to get the clue, spreading her arms wide out, her
 smile getting wider, if at all possible. "Fly!"

[At this point, Galasia and Brightfall both had to go.  Since the
 scene was never finished, it is assumed that Treestump and
 Galasia played around for a little while longer with Brightfall
 watching amusedly before Treestump took her up to the den to take
 a nap.]